I knew Christopher and Iben when they met and fell in love in Iceland, lolling in the hot water pools in the hills...
The long room runs from one side of the old mansion to the other, with original Georgian windows at each end rising...
This is what I was told.Our house was small and indistinct. My father was a fisherman. My mother, a midwife.
He himself was very ugly, but he liked beautiful things. Distinctly he recalled the moment of this realization.
New houses, cold and stark. / I like old wood scratches, gouges and marks / Leaded windows draughty damp and dark
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